TIMES, TIME, AND HALF A TIME. A HISTORY OF THE NEW MILLENNIUM.

Comments on a cultural reality between past and future.

This blog describes Metatime in the Posthuman experience, drawn from Sir Isaac Newton's secret work on the future end of times, a tract in which he described Histories of Things to Come. His hidden papers on the occult were auctioned to two private buyers in 1936 at Sotheby's, but were not available for public research until the 1990s.



Sunday, August 29, 2010

Music for the Last Sunday Afternoon of the Summer


On your way to a café?  Or sleeping in, having brunch, settling in to watch football?  Sunday afternoons, especially as summer draws to a close, are filled with frozen moments of happy times mixed with frustration at all we still have to do in the year.  There's also a lingering low-key depression the seasons begin to turn, a Proust-like nostalgia.  Over at Andrew Scott's blog, there's a post entitled "Another Summer": "Summer 2010, will not be back, ever."  I know summer doesn't technically end for a few more weeks, but for most people, this weekend is the turning point.

Here's some atmospheric music for the last Sunday afternoon of the summer.


Blue Velvet Soundtrack (1986). Sandy and JeffreyAngelo Badalamenti.


People Time (1991). First Song for Ruth. Stan Getz with Kenny Barron.


Yanqui U.X.O. (2002). Rockets Fall on Rocket Falls. Godspeed You! Black Emperor.


Terra Firma (1997). Johnny Ether’s Great Escape. The Changelings.


Buddha Machine/Very Best of the Far East (2004). Ambience Sinica. FM3. (Main page here).
 
It's the kind of weekend that deserves reference to Proust's À la recherche du temps perdu (In Search of Lost Time or Remembrance of Things Past) with its focus on involuntary memory, defined at Wiki as "a conception of human memory in which cues encountered in everyday life evoke recollections of the past without conscious effort."  You can read Swann's Way in English and the first three parts of Proust's massive work in French here.  May all your involuntary memories be good ones.

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